radioactive ;; joining

The red-wolf padded near the territory of the group of wolves by the name of Ludicael, not passing the border yet dangerously close. The femme's dull amber-brown optics scanned the area, determined to find a member of this pack. The young wolf had intentions of joining this pack, hoping her skill with traps would contribute to the pack and increase her chances of being accepted into the pack. Her travels to get to this area had not been long, yet Camellia was a bit drowsy and so the she-wolf's eyes drooped slightly.

Seating herself right in front of the border, impatiently fidgeting. Finally getting tired of waiting the femme rose to her paws, letting out an impatient sigh. "Hello, is anybody there?" her strong voice was projected a fair distance, then once again the little lady seated herself, awaiting to see who had heard her call.